"We heard Mom's car pulling in the driveway, and I said a silent prayer. I needed some time to think. Deb must have read my mind, as she said, "Think ...bout it, I really have no close friend, and I want to talk. Judy is a good friend, but I don't have a best friend as such. I just want you to be my best friend in this, like you have been for everything else."I nodded, and said, "I'll think about it." Mom had our Aunt Marie with her. My Mom was thirty-six years old. She had me when she was. "Aren't you being foolish? He would have done it with care, even love, but you've opted to be raped by goodness knows how many black natives. His bringing the condoms must mean he'd thought about fucking me. Why didn't I let him? You are going to be raped anyway so why bother? They'll be more experienced. I wonder what it will be like to have sex with a man? To be fucked? How much will it hurt? Especially with their big pricks. Can't be worse than the strap. Will I become pregnant? Probably.. Marjorie quietly said, “Do you have any questions for us? Matt told me they’d leave us alone if you wish to talk in private.”Misty actually laughed, “Yes, about a billion questions, and I don’t need to be alone. There are no secrets in this household.” She looked at me as she said the last statement. I smiled and tried to look supportive, just as a surrogate father should.I knew when I challenged Marjorie the night before that it was likely that the crisscross of relationships in this household. Peeking through closed eyes, I notice he’s very tanned and wears only swimming trunks. He watches, and as he watches me sleeping he gets excited. I can see the outline of his cock through his bathing trunks, and I hope he doesn't notice that my nipples stiffen in immediate arousal. I should be feeling concerned, apprehensive, but all I can think about is the heat of passion coursing through my veins. I don't know if it's the alcohol, the sun, or the novel, but all have contrived to turn my body.